to slow dance
with you
is something
i couldn't dofor the room
would turn to ashand the curtains
would spark
and catchuntil we were
waltzing in
a burning room.charred furniture
our audienceand the crackle
of the flames
our orchestra.smoke and cinders
in our aftermathyet, i would be
still ablaze from
this desire.
YOU ARE READING
unlit matches
Poetrycome and listen to the whispers of lions and the cries of fawns.